"I don't mind, papa. If that's what's troubling you so much, don't let it any longer. Worse things have happened than that." He gulped down more coffee, not because he wanted it, but to counteract the rising in his throat. "Shall we have to lose Tory Hill?" she asked, after another silence.
He nodded an affirmative, with his head down.
"Then you mean me to understand what you said just now—quite literally. We've lost all we have."
"When everything is settled," he explained, with an effort, "we shall have nothing at all. It will be worse than that, since I sha'n't be able to pay all I owe."
"Yes; that is worse," she assented, quietly.
Another silence was broken by his saying, hoarsely:
"You'll get married—"
"That will have to be reconsidered."
"Do you mean—on your part?"
"I suppose I mean—on everybody's part?"